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"You want to kill me?!"
Long Zhanye sneered, "That's what you said five years ago."
Shi Xing Hearing this, his body suddenly froze in the air, his pupils dilated, and his mind went blank.
"What?"
"Five years... ago?"
Shi Xing I don't know what happened five years ago.
As the city lord of Shrek City, he has to deal with too many things every day--
City defense, training, logistics, diplomacy, intelligence, liaison with the three major Empire, coordination with the academy...
In five years, more than 1,800 days and nights, he experienced countless things like a carp crossing a river.
He couldn't remember clearly, he really couldn't remember clearly.
However, this face and this voice have an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Shi Xing didn't think much about it.
His body has already rushed in front of Long Zhanye, the arrow is on the string, and he has to shoot!
He directly lit up his Seventh Soul Ring, the black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring shone brightly, and he shouted:
"Martial Soul Avatar--!"
His body instantly turned into a gleam of gold and silver.
The whole person is like a statue made of gold and silver.
His eyes turned into two rotating silver plates, the second hand rotated rapidly in his pupils, and his whole person became one with Martial Soul!
Shi Xing suddenly stretched out his right hand, with five fingers like hooks, and clawed hard at Long Zhanye's throat!
That claw carries the power of time and space distortion--
As long as he touches it, even Super Douluo will be temporarily trapped in the gap of time and can be slaughtered by others!
Long Zhanye didn't panic when he saw this, and didn't even blink his eyes.
I saw a dusty card flashing in front of him.
The card is about the size of a palm, and is gray in color with a slight dark sheen on the edges.
This is exactly the artifact--Soul-Absorbing Tablet.
Long Zhanye thought, and Soul-Absorbing Tablet suddenly emitted a bloody light, shooting towards Shi Xing!
Shi Xing has been on the battlefield for a long time, how rich is his combat experience?
When he saw that the bloody light was coming in a strange way, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart, and he subconsciously closed his eyes quickly.
The experience just now told him that this blow was probably a spiritual attack!
But he was wrong.
When he opened his eyes again, he was horrified to find -
His right arm has been completely petrified into a stone!
From the inside to the outside, from bones to skin, from muscles to blood vessels, everything turned into gray-white, cold and hard stone!
The arm hung heavily on the shoulder, like a stone sculpture, unable to move at all.
He could even feel that the petrifying power was eroding his vitality!
Shi Xing was shocked, and instinctively wanted to touch the petrified right arm with his left arm, and wanted to use Soul Power to dispel that strange force.
But as soon as he reached halfway, he saw Long Zhanye pull out a long sword from Storage Belt.
Level 8 Soul Tool, Demon-Breaking Sword!
Its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, but sharp enough to cut through steel.
Long Zhanye held Demon-Breaking Sword, and without any hesitation, he slashed at Shi Xing's petrified right arm with one sword!
"Bang--!"
There was a dull loud noise, and the petrified right arm was struck by Demon-Breaking Sword.
It broke at the shoulder and fell heavily to the ground, creating a cloud of gravel and dust.
The strange thing is that Shi Xing didn't feel any pain.
The nerves, blood vessels, and pain receptors in that arm have all been petrified, so naturally they are unable to transmit any pain signals.
He only felt a light touch on his shoulder, and then saw his right arm lying on the ground, with his fingers still in the same grasping position.
Shi Xing put away his fear and suppressed the fear and anger surging in his heart.
He knew that if he could not seriously face the enemy in front of him, he would probably fall on the spot!
This young man's strength far exceeded his imagination!
He took a deep breath, his eyes became as sharp as knives, and the Soul Power in his body suddenly surged again.
He still had trump cards and the means to press the bottom of the box, but he didn't use them yet. He actually showed his Eighth Soul Ring!
With the Soul Power he has left now, he can only use Eighth Soul Skill once at most.
Once it is used, whether you lose or win, the outcome will be decided!
However--
The moment his Eighth Soul Ring lit up, the Demon-Breaking Sword in Long Zhanye's hand lit up!
On the sword, Soul Tool Array lit up at the same time, and then, a Sea Dragon swept out from the sword!
The Sea Dragon was dark blue in color, more than ten meters long, with thick scales. With an overwhelming momentum, it roared and rolled, and directly hit the chest of Shi Xing!
"Boom--!"
There was a loud noise, like thunder exploding!
Shi Xing was knocked upside down by the Sea Dragon, rolled dozens of times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
His Eighth Soul Skill was not even half completed when it was abruptly interrupted by that Sea Dragon!
Shi Xing's attack was directly interrupted.
He fell from a high altitude to the ground, creating a shallow human-shaped hole.
But at this time, Long Zhanye walked towards him slowly, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, step by step, like strolling in a garden.
His footsteps stepped on the ground covered with blood and gravel, making a "sand" sound.
Every step was like stepping on Shi Xing's heart, making his heart tighten involuntarily.
At this time, Shi Xing was severely injured and his face was covered with dust.
Half of his face was bleeding. He didn't know whether it was scratched by gravel or cracked by Sea Dragon.
Blood flowed down his forehead, brow bone, and cheekbones, covering his left eye, making his vision blurry.
His lips were chapped, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. Blood foam kept coming out of his mouth. Every time he took a breath, he made a "snoring" sound in his chest.
He struggled to stand up, but found that there was no pain in any part of his body, and there was no strength in any part of his body.
His arms rested on the ground, trembling, and he tried to get up several times, but failed.
In the end, he could only lie half on the ground, raising his head and staring at the young man walking towards him with his right eye that could still see.
"Who are you..." Shi Xing's voice was hoarse and weak, "Who... are you...?"
His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. He really couldn't remember when he had offended such a young man.
He has such strength, such means, and such hatred - he cannot be an unknown person.
But Shi Xing searched through his memory, but couldn't find any matching face.
Long Zhanye stopped and looked down at Shi Xing lying on the ground.
His eyes were as calm as water, without the ecstasy of a winner or the pleasure of an avenger, only a calmness where the dust had settled.
"Five years ago," Long Zhanye said calmly.
"You once intercepted and killed a pair of brothers in this city. One of them was me. Do you... do you remember?"
five years ago.
Intercept and kill.
A pair of brothers.
Shi Xing followed Long Zhanye's words and searched desperately for his memory.
Five years ago... Five years ago...
The fragments of memory were put together bit by bit in his mind.
He did remember it.
Five years ago, a pair of brothers escaped under his blocking.
Those brothers seem to be... they seem to be Body Sect?
No, no, they are related to the Body Sect, but not exactly... They are wanted... They have committed something...
Shi Xing's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He stretched out his left hand and pointed at Long Zhanye. The hand was shaking violently, and the fingers were shaking so much that they were almost broken.
His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, his throat made a "gurgling" sound, and he couldn't say a complete word for a long time.
His face was full of disbelief and couldn't accept it.
"Is it you...?"
"It's you...!"
"It's you--!!!"
"It's... you... you... you!" Shi Xing finally squeezed out these words.
Long Zhanye nodded, "It's me, yes, it's me."
Five years of forbearance, five years of waiting, five years of gritting one's teeth...
Finally, today, at this moment.
In this city that almost cost him his life, in front of the enemies who once pursued him, he recovered it one by one.